Page 86 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

I move hard and fast, knowing that’s what she needs, and when she grips my shoulders and yells my name, I don’t let up. She comes all over my cock and I lick my lips just watching her. I pull open her wrap dress by the chord, her tits fall out, barely covered in a lacy bra. “This the set you bought the other day?”

“Yes.”

“For me?”

“Yes, Hudson, for you. Only for you.”

I lift her, still inside, and make it to the bed. I sit down so she settles over me and I cup her tits and suck one nipple into my mouth. I wanna remember this: the touch. The feel. The way shegroans when I bite down a little harder. She wriggles in my lap, trying to push up, but I won’t let her. I want her to feel all of this and how much I need her.

I move my mouth to the other nipple, suckling as my eyes meet hers, and when they do, my heart kicks. She’s so beautiful. Her lips are parted, her body shaking as she tries to get off, and her eyes are like the sky on a stormy day.

“I love this, Hudson.” Her groan almost makes me shoot my load.

“I love it, too. I love everything about your body.” I lift her by the hips, then slam her down. “Ride me,Princess.Ride my cock, baby.”

She holds onto my shoulders and does just that. Bouncing up and down, her succulent tits in my face as I fondle them, memorizing everything about her and not wanting to forget.I’ll never forget.

My dick fits so fucking perfect inside her pretty pussy. And it’s mine.Sheis mine. No matter what she says.

“Oh, Hudson!” she cries out. I grip her, bouncing her harder, hitting her with all I’ve got until she’s tipped over the edge once more. Her glorious cheeks flushed, her breath panting in short, feisty gasps as her pussy clenches me. I follow behind, shouting her name as I come deep inside her. My orgasm is so intense I see stars, my heart racing like a runaway train.

We still and she collapses on my shoulder, our breathing ragged as I hold her to my chest.

“This sucks like a bitch,” she pants.

I kiss her hair. “I know,baby girl. I know.”

It may just be the most amazing and the saddest night of my life all rolled into one.

23

Georgia

Traveling home, we’re both pretty quiet. All I can think about is what things are going to look like now we’re back in Stoney Creek. No matter what I tell myself, I know I’ve got feelings for Hudson and they go beyond the amazing sex. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a stallion, but I have to get my head on straight. Forgetting him? That isn’t possible, and I already know I’m going to fail.

When I think back to everything that’s happened over the past few days, my stomach flutters and my pulse rises, flooding heat all over my body. I can even feel the faint little flush wash over my cheeks when I think back to where he’s been and thethings we did. It was the best weekend of my life.With Grumpy Pants!Who knew?

I know it’s supposed to be a secret, never to be spoken of again, but the reality is, I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to stay away from him. I’ve had my hand in the cookie jar and I want more. I handed him my virginity on a golden platter and he devoured it.

And as much as I try to pretend things can go back to normal, I know there’s no one else that I want, not now, not ever. Okay, a bold statement to make, but the spark we have can’t be denied.

I glance across at him as we drive back to the distillery. I feel different within myself; I’ve changed. Every single emotion I’ve carried for years has come full circle.

I’m not the same girl I was when I left Stoney Creek last week.

The way Hudson has always been around our family; I get why he feels strongly about us not getting involved. But surely he can’t deny these feelings? If he didn’t feel them too, then why was he so sweet and endearing this entire time? He didn’t have to hold my hand and carry my bags and do all of those little things. But that’s Hudson deep down. He’s a good guy. And he’s been right under my nose the whole time.

I press my lips together as he meets my eyes.

“You okay,Princess?”

“I’m okay.” I don’t mean for my voice to sound shaky but it does. I can’t help it.

“What’s up?”

“We’re gonna be cool, right?” I ask. I mean, I know we talked about it, but the closer we get to home, the more I’m not so sure about this.

He reaches over and squeezes my thigh; it’s brief, but that one little touch is enough to cause a jolt of electricity through my already tense body. I’m still tingling from his touch. I still feelwhere he’s been, and now we’re supposed to act like we never happened?

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